Europa, July 16, 2027. 0715 Hours.
Elias Moretti scanned the core, his voice panicked as the Sumerer tech glowed. “Radiation levels are spiking—we’ve got minutes!”
Yuri Leonov blasted a merc, grinning in the chaos. “Blow up? That’s my kind of party!”
Xiaotong Zheng wrestled with the console, her genius a brilliance, her presence magnetic. “They’ve overclocked it, Mitchell—it’s about to blow!”
John Mitchell shielded his eyes, his leadership a steady force. “Zheng, shut it down!”
Rachel Voigt took down another merc, her tone fierce. “Keep ‘em off Zheng—she needs time!”
Anika Sharma analyzed the shard’s feed, her voice tense. “It’s fighting back—NeoCorp’s losing control!”
Kenji Sato jammed their comms, urgent. “They’re calling for evac—they’re scared!”
Sarah Carter prepped her med-kit, her focus sharp. “Radiation burns incoming, John!”
Li Wei shielded the team, his expression grim. “Core’s at critical—brace yourselves!”
Mikael Heikkinen’s voice crackled through comms. “I’ve got their shuttle pinned—they’re not leaving!”